Out too early, in too late,
Scars that run for miles.
Much too much to mend,
Hidden behind pressed shirts/sunglasses.
Yesterday’s sins buried in the grass,
The city gleams, pristine,
As if nothing’s ever happened.
A Few Shots from the Broad
Here’s a little gallery of photos from my visit to The Broad Museum earlier this month, with a very good friend:
Hayden Winston 
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